Home of Fats Domino, New Orleans (Marais Street side of building), with graffiti from the period after rumors surfaced that he had died in the post-Hurricane Katrina flooding. Later, it was reported that he had escaped with his life: photo by Infrogmation, January 2006

Edward Dorn (1929-1999): A Vague Love, from Geography (1968)Fats Domino's Stop the Clock (Imperial 5875, b/w Did You Ever See a Dream Walking?) hit #103 on the national charts in September 1962

every time The Fat Man played The Keghere in D.C.we went down to see/hear him

Walking to New OrleansI Found My Thrill On Blueberry Hill

I Knew An Old Lady from HoustonAin't That A Shame

you knew he was The Best acause he worean huge white Stetson and a big smile...

"autumn" here too... all my neighbors in this 65 degree COLD are bundled up like it s December !

and non-stop ticker on the telly warning of "possible" freeze

best that I sit out on my back deck in my undies and read Edward Dorn's Hello, La Jolla and Hands Up!

on back of Hello, La Hoy-yuh Tom Robbins 'blurbs':

"Edward Dorn is a can opener in the supermarket of life."

I could say more however the sun is shining and this is a good chance for me to climb my 70-years oldbonesup on the roof and pour/spread a cpl gallons of roof sealant (tar) and stop that damn 30 year old leak

before it snows next week and ruins my Dorn, et al, book collection

(no reply necessary as acknowledgement ONLY leads to fame and endless University Performance gigs ..

Ah, the blacktar, branding tattoo of the defenseless leak victim. The stain lasts forever, even after the rain stops. This time we're told to "prepare for" 3 to 5 inches. Right.

By the by, in case it's not apparent, the Bannocks (of the present poem) are an indigenous tribe of Northern Paiutes of the Great Basin region. After the Bannock War of 1878 they moved -- or were moved, more like -- into the Fort Hall Res, near Pocatello, where they "merged" or were merged, with the Northern Shoshone people.

So wonderful - the poignant "but their eyes/have deep corridors in them/of brown hills of pain..." set alongside Fats Domino's singing. -- The West and what it became -- reminds me of some of the joints in Ft. Pierre (the rough spot) across the river from the state capital. Thanks for bringing Ed Dorn to us again.